Triple Lucidity

8/27/2025 –

I show up at this trendy looking downtown gastropub with my wife and some friends but after I get in and grab a table, everyone just disappears. So I’m just sitting there by myself wondering where they went, as one would given the circumstances. But I can’t figure it out. I’m trying to call my wife and my phone is going all wonky as per the dream usual.

Eventually my wife is sitting right outside the window of the table I’m sitting at on a wooden folding chair wearing sunglasses. I’m waving my arms around trying to get her attention but it’s not working. For unknown reasons I head outside and grab this other wooden table. You know what? This place is really amazing. A lot like this spot called Naked City we used to haunt but much bigger. Kind of trendy but not too over the top. Doesn’t seem like it’d be too expensive and is right downtown, which is cool. You can see all the buildings and the foot traffic. Good people watching spot for sure but again, where is my wife? Also, why am I just forgetting about the other peeps we showed up with?

I go back outside to try and get my wife’s attention through the window again but she’s no longer there. I head back outside to the wooden table in the sun, increasingly confused. I get up again and start playing with my phone which keeps mutating wildly, preventing me from sending a text. This should be so easy, I should just be able to text my wife to figure out where she is but…

Oh wait, shit. I know what’s going on here. I’m dreaming.

But wait a minute. Fuck. Am I? I walk out into the city streets which makes things increasingly confusing. Everything seems so “real”. All these years and thousands upon thousands of lucid dreams and it’s still jarring. There are like these trolley car type buses and an old school looking theater just up the street. No fucking way I’m dreaming and yet? The phone kept shape shifting my dude. You’ve seen this a million times. Obviously you’re dreaming. Obviously.

Am I though? I guess I have to test this theory. I try to fly and after a little resistance, I do start hovering into the heavens. As I do, I’m noticing how interesting this fictional city I’ve just created is but I don’t have much time to dwell on it because it fades to black pretty quick.

I wake up in what seems like a semi-low rent living room area sitting on a chair next to my wife (who doesn’t really look like my wife). The place has got blank white walls, dingy gray carpets, and we’re seemingly floating in a void. Outside the windows, there is nothing but black space.

My wife is like:

“Finally you found me.”

I’m completely relieved and we cordially chat for a sec before I notice the guy next to her, who is a very nerdy looking bald white dude with metal rimmed glasses and a short well-trimmed beard. She suddenly starts looking at him, touching his hand, and talking in these romantic southern colloquialisms.

“What the fuck? She’s dating this guy?”

I think to myself. Clearly. Again, what the fuck? As she touches his arm my skin starts to crawl. I for some reason think this is fiction and fiction that’s way too cruel. I have to think about her fucking this guy? Jesus that’s brutal. Who would write shit this palpably unsettling I’m thinking to myself. I’m also thinking the dude is some sort of wizard who manipulated multiple timelines to steal my wife from me and create an alternate dimension where he is her husband. I’m thinking about how I’m going to have to dive through all these alternate realities to undo this bullshit. That’s about where I wake up.

Later while meditating, I’m in this office scenario. I have to leave to get to the next room to my left quickly and in doing so I swat 3 different women to the ground with my oversized folded newspaper.

In the next vision I’m leaving practice at this modest seemingly one story house. As I’m leaving, I notice that someone left the keys in the small SUV parked outside so I grab them and start walking back. My friend has no idea why I’m heading back in so I’m like:

“Someone left the keys hanging out of your car bro.”

And hand him the keys. Even he thinks this is weird but grabs them and walks back into the house, closing the door behind him. I see a phone left on the ground so I go to grab that and walk over to the door. I’m trying to open the brown wooden door but it’s locked so I can’t. As I’m doing this an insane wave of nostalgia overcomes me.

“Have I really been practicing here twice a month for 5 years?”

God that’s crazy. Even though I’ve never seen this place in my life, the feeling is real. It does legit feel like 5 years of memories are associated with this house. I start yelling inside:

“Hey Noah! I got this cell phone out here for you!”

Then I’m like, is his name Noah? That’s his name right? Yeah, that’s it. I’ve been playing music with him for 5 years, of course I know his name.

That’s about where I wake up but when I do it’s kind of funny because Noah isn’t the person I’ve been playing music with for 5 years. He’s a guy I worked with briefly nearly 20 years ago but it was in fact the guy who came out and grabbed the keys from me. Very random person to show up in my dream life.

8/28/2025 –

I’m at a party in this large 3 story house with more old school Hollywood hills architecture. Lots of curves rather than angles. This goes on for a long time and I remember none of it other than that eventually I want to head home. Seems like enough partying for the night, you know? I gotta find my wife though and she’s been hanging out on the top floor.

So I go up to grab her and wow. The top floor is packed with the most diverse array of detached hipster people imaginable. It is quite a crowd. These peeps are bringing it and I’m not even sure how they’re fitting as many up here as they are. I find my wife and try and get her to head home with me but she’s like:

“No way.”

She is hell bent on partying all night with this crew which is hilarious because that is the exact opposite of my wife’s actual personality. I’m not sure what to do so we head downstairs with the plan that she’s going to find me a ride home. When we get to the second floor though, I’m very much starting to wonder why exactly she wants to stay up all night with this crew. There’s definitely a twinge of jealousy starting to creep in. I don’t think she’d cheat on me, would she? I’m very much thinking I’m just going to hang out and party all night so I don’t have to wonder.

“Fuck, it is pretty late though.”

I think to myself and its like the time is stamped in chrome lettering on the top floor balcony of this party house. Not long after that I wake up.

When I get back under, I’m now on the lower floor of this large older architecture style building. It’s supposed to be like work and I go up these shiny wooden staircases to the top floor where I enter a large room that looked set up for a conference or something. There’s this guy that’s the head of the operation and he comes over and hands me a piece of paper.

“You’ve got jury duty, Thad.”

He informs me. Fuck. Or, you know, I guess I don’t really mind jury duty. It’s just that I was pretty excited about working on whatever project it was we were going to be working on. But as I’m walking down the stairs I look at the slip and I’m not due until several weeks from now. So why am I continuing to walk down the stairs and out of the building? In fact, the jury-duty notice keeps shapeshifting its black ink.

“I suppose I can get back to work though.”

I think to myself as I look up the winding wooden stairway, which is now glowing with an angelick light force.

Next I’m back at the party house from before, but it seems like a different party. This one revolves around watching a band, which features an old acquaintance of mine and this other unassuming looking guitar player dude. I spend most of the set watching from this second- floor balcony area of the house. They play surf rock, which is rad. Definitely not complaining about that and there’s a long sequence of the dream where I’m sucked into this fast picked treble heavy drum wanky mellow surf rock world. No complaints. It’s also like I don’t think they’re that good though either. I like it but I’m not super impressed.

Moreover, why are they set up like that? They’re facing like sideways and I can’t even see the guitar player. The drummer is way out in front of the guitar player too, so that’s different. Maybe the view is better downstairs and that’s why they’re set up that way?

I feel like I should check it out. Before I head down the stairs, I hear this tall older woman with shorter hair bragging about how hard she works and how much money she has. She makes lots and lots of money and she works very hard. I kind of have to walk by her to get down the circular carpeted stairs. When I get to the bottom I’m surprised by how old some of the guests are but I suppose not that much. I am getting up there.  

Here I wake up and get back under again. When I do, I’m at the same party, or maybe not. Hard to tell. It’s at the same house though. Seems like a continuation of the same party as I’m in roughly the same spot on the first floor. And I just spend a bunch of time wandering around the first floor and chatting with people. It seems like the band’s no longer there though so maybe it is a different party.

There’s an outdoor patio area and while I’m partying out there with a bunch of other guests, I go a strange sort of lucid. I actually walk out of the shade into the sun to prove that I can feel the sensation of the sun on my skin in a dream. I do this multiple times because I can in fact feel the sensation of sun on my skin in lucid dreams. I’ve tested this before. It’s quite fantastic. From there I go around with a very odd type of lucidity. I absolutely know that I’m dreaming but all I really do with that is wander around and explore the party.

I’m not entirely sure though because it does feel like I kind of went into god mode creating weird rooms in the house on an unconscious level. I have no idea if this memory is legit or not but I do know my wife went to party on the upper floors. It seems like it’s now morning and people have been partying all night. I should probably go check on her.

I do and what the fuck? Just hunky gay dudes lying naked all over the place. Complete chaos too. Seems like quite a rager. I end up finding my wife in a back room and we head down the circular stairs together. It isn’t until we get to the bottom that I ask the obvious question:

“What were you doing up there all night while the gay orgy was raging around you?”

And that’s about where I wake up. 

8/29/2025 –

I’m hanging out at this trendy but old school style bar with a street view. Seems like it’s on the corner of a city street and there are a lot of windows around with stylish couches underneath them. The place is packed and I’m sitting in one of these colorful couches facing at an angle when this drunken woman just splays herself on me. She’s pretty with gray hair and an intentionally messy looking dress hanging out with her friends while simultaneously draped all over my lap. Even I think this is over the top and can only handle it for a short period as I’m not single. But that’s about it. I’m just wandering around this crowded bar for quite a while before something inexplicable happens.

I start walking up the stairs to the next floor and by now my body’s detached itself so I’m looking at the bar from above. I’m flying outside looking down and I’m seeing this extra blueprint like energy grid laid on top of it all. Then my consciousness flies back into my body standing on the stairs and I walk across the bar confused. Wait a minute, what the hell just happened? Oh yeah, I’m in a dream. That’s kind of what they were telling me.

So I go outside and start flying around a little. It’s an amazingly surrealist skyline that looks like a futuristic comic book oil painting of a city. Except you know, from my perspective totally 3^rd dimensional. Recently my lucid dreams have faded pretty quick and it’s like I have an awareness that I need to try something different. Do I remember the techniques that have been taught to me? Nope. I do have a novel idea though. What if I go all Dr. Strange? I’ve never tried to mangle a spectral city like they do in that first movie. Weird. It seems like I would have tried that before.

I do and it is fantastic. I can’t do anything I want but I can chop up the city and re-assemble it into arty configuration as much as much as I desire. I will say that does seem to be pushback. It actually feels like when I set up something that’s aesthetically pleasing it’s hard to change it, which tracks. I can’t stress enough: Dr. Strange mirror dimensioning a lucid future city made of colorful art? Absolutely excellent good times.

Eventually it fades though but the fine news is that when I get back under I’m in another familiar scenario, which is my grandparent’s house in the Columbia gorge. We’re on vacation here and as we’re walking in, I’m thinking about how I have no romantic interest for the vacation as my wife’s not around. This old friend I haven’t seen outside of the internet in a million years is apparently a part of this trip. She’s wearing these relatively short white jean shorts that she doesn’t quite fill out as she loads food into the kitchen. Maybe she’s my romantic interest? It’s an intriguing consideration and one I explore with a surprising amount of real-world clarity internally.

At some point though, we end up outside on the deck looking at the view. At first we can’t see anything, then these whisp-y looking animated clouds fly by. Now I’m seeing the stars behind them and what is going on? Faint traces of pink mountains are now appearing in the black of night and I can’t tell how. They seem to have cut up instruction dotted guidelines around them as well.

From here I’m not entirely sure what happens but it seems like I sit down to dinner with the crew. Then, in the middle of dinner I get up and walk down the hall into the living room, then I just start contemplating the mutating view thing. It takes a sec but yep. I was drawn away from dinner for a reason. I’m totally dreaming. In fact, I’m actually remembering the Dr. Strange dream from just before.

I head back to the table and am like:

“Hey you guys. I got one hell of a party trick.”

I can tell that none of them believe me until I telepathically grab like a copy of this blonde woman sitting across from me and throw it across the table, through some of the other dinner guests. They still don’t believe so I reach up my hands and dramatically rip open the ceiling, revealing a portal to the other worlds. I look around and they’re buying it now. I continue to summon otherworldly space art and am instinctively using the Dr. Strange mirror dimension mindset that I’d just adopted. What can I say? It’s fucking dope and I wish it lasted longer.

Which brings me into the next sitch. Here I’m in this house or tour bus in some middle American city. I can’t tell which as it seems to be switching. Sometimes it’s a bus, sometimes it’s like a condo building. There are a couple cool sequences here where I’m just looking at the downtown area from an upstairs window. In one, there’s a market where people keep passing each other a basketball and each time they do the person just goes nuts with the dribbling tricks. This city is all about the basketball. That’s the point.

Back in the condo building or tour bus our whatever, this tall white guy with tattoos and short on top, shaved on the sides hair wearing a sleeveless shirt keeps coming over to chat with us. He seems like a cool but I’d say not necessarily bright dude. I like him and I’m flattered he wants to hang so much. He’s a local and he knows shitloads of people. Guy just comes over and chats a few times and each time I’m liking him more. At one point I find out we’re in Little Rock. We’re also talking about how it’s much safer here than in the major cities because of what’s going on.

Then there’s a time I hang with him and his crew.

At one point, we’re chilling in the back of this absurdly enormous tour bus and I’m sitting in the midst of his entire ingroup. I actually look around with this amazing level of satisfaction. I suddenly have tons of friends and I’m genuinely pleased with this development. It’s weird but I’m still also pretty detached and in my own world. A group of them next to me including the main dude call me over.

They know I’m a sorcerer and they’re asking me to transform this story they have. This is sooo odd because the second they ask me to do this I know that I can because I’m lucid dreaming. And yet, it’s a very different kind of lucidity. I have no desire to do anything other than what they ask.

They hand over the cover that they want me to transform and for some reason there’s this

disconnect between what they’re telling me and what I’m hearing. At one point they get kind of annoyed with me so I’m like:

“Okay, what do you want? One more time?”

They tell me and I mostly understand it but not really. I know they’re getting a bit impatient with me though so I’m like, let’s do this thing:

Which I do. I put my hand over the cover of the book, focus and boom. I’ve warped the whole narrative into what they were looking for. I look at the cover now and it’s this long naked human with like 6 arms and 5 legs. It seems to be wearing several different outfits as well. It very much looks like AI art too. I think that immediately but when I lean in closer it looks more original. 

“See, see? That is what you were looking for?” 

I say as cockily as possible because I know it’s only sort of what they were looking for. I do think it’s close enough though and there’s this look on their face when they see it too. Like, they know it’s not what they were looking for but I did sell it. It’s close enough. I can tell it’s weird as shit, whatever it is. They can too.

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